Post by Montezuma on Feb 19, 2016 22:09:42 GMT
Montezuma found many things strange in this new world. Some things interested him, ingenious technologies and beautiful artwork, but some unnerved him. There was one thing in particular, something that he just could not understand, no matter how he tried to look at it.
How could the people of the future dress so...boringly?
Some people wore bright colors, but they were hidden beneath jackets and other all-encompassing swathes of fabric, strangling any personality or beauty that might lurk beneath the cloth. It was a shame, truly. He was sad to see how beauty was no longer celebrated by all. Gone were the majestic headdresses, lovingly crafted to be worn as a symbol of power and importance. He supposed that since these people did not worship his gods, they would not see the importance in the feathers...but still. It was wrong.
Montezuma continued on his path through the living quarters. He had been given an room number to go to after he had been summoned, but he found the idea distasteful. He had been gone from this world a long time, after all, and it was not right for an emperor to simply retire at the order of a lesser man, when he had yet to see to his subjects. Those fools should have been glad he did not punish them for their insolence. Instead, he had merely opted to take a tour across the grounds of his new palace. (He had swiftly retreated inside after discovering the place's exit, deciding to come back when he had procured some clothes more suited to cold climes.) The living quarters were of particular interest to him, the place where his new subjects lived and thus the place with the greatest amount of people. It was just a shame that people seemed so busy. Montezuma would have enjoyed a chance to speak with some of his people. He was, after all, not an idiot. He understood that times had changed, and that he was no longed the ultimate ruler over these people's lives. He would speak to any who approached respectfully and with interest, for there was still much he did not know about this new world. Some small remnant of pride kept him from speaking to them first, but he was happy to wait.
Leaning back against a wall, Montezuma looked down at himself, idly wondering if this type of dress was still common elsewhere. Certainly some of the people he had seen on his journey had been almost embarrassed by his perfect form, perhaps thinking that to display it so casually was too brazen, unbefitting of a emperor. Some unabashedly stared, and that was how it should be. The emperor's divine body was a gift from the gods, and for men and women alike to wonder at his beauty was simply natural. He would not begrudge them a view of paradise.
So lost in his contemplation was Montezuma, he forgot for a moment he was looking for a conversational partner. Looking up, he scanned the quarters once more, a small frown crossing his features. Surely someone would find him unusual.
How could the people of the future dress so...boringly?
Some people wore bright colors, but they were hidden beneath jackets and other all-encompassing swathes of fabric, strangling any personality or beauty that might lurk beneath the cloth. It was a shame, truly. He was sad to see how beauty was no longer celebrated by all. Gone were the majestic headdresses, lovingly crafted to be worn as a symbol of power and importance. He supposed that since these people did not worship his gods, they would not see the importance in the feathers...but still. It was wrong.
Montezuma continued on his path through the living quarters. He had been given an room number to go to after he had been summoned, but he found the idea distasteful. He had been gone from this world a long time, after all, and it was not right for an emperor to simply retire at the order of a lesser man, when he had yet to see to his subjects. Those fools should have been glad he did not punish them for their insolence. Instead, he had merely opted to take a tour across the grounds of his new palace. (He had swiftly retreated inside after discovering the place's exit, deciding to come back when he had procured some clothes more suited to cold climes.) The living quarters were of particular interest to him, the place where his new subjects lived and thus the place with the greatest amount of people. It was just a shame that people seemed so busy. Montezuma would have enjoyed a chance to speak with some of his people. He was, after all, not an idiot. He understood that times had changed, and that he was no longed the ultimate ruler over these people's lives. He would speak to any who approached respectfully and with interest, for there was still much he did not know about this new world. Some small remnant of pride kept him from speaking to them first, but he was happy to wait.
Leaning back against a wall, Montezuma looked down at himself, idly wondering if this type of dress was still common elsewhere. Certainly some of the people he had seen on his journey had been almost embarrassed by his perfect form, perhaps thinking that to display it so casually was too brazen, unbefitting of a emperor. Some unabashedly stared, and that was how it should be. The emperor's divine body was a gift from the gods, and for men and women alike to wonder at his beauty was simply natural. He would not begrudge them a view of paradise.
So lost in his contemplation was Montezuma, he forgot for a moment he was looking for a conversational partner. Looking up, he scanned the quarters once more, a small frown crossing his features. Surely someone would find him unusual.
